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Oh, he wanted another show, did he? Maybe he wasn't going to get a show. Maybe this time, he was going to get the whole she-bang.
Slowly, I lowered to my feet, letting my toes sink into the plush carpeting by his desk. When I lowered to my knees, his eyes went wide, and then his gaze slid to the door.
We forgotten to lock the door again, and since we'd almost gotten caught last time, I reached over and hit the button under his desk, locking us in together.
"Uh-huh. I really want to see those projections."
The timbre of his murmured response on the phone made my clit pulse. It was terse and somewhat foreboding, and it vaguely reminded me of the tone he used when he called me Ness, when it was dark and just us alone. When I turned around and knelt before him, his teeth grazed his bottom lip, and his gaze never left mine. He knew what this was. He knew what I was planning on doing, and he was all for it.
I unzipped his pants and leaned forward, licking the glistening seam of the tip of his cock, the salty taste of it exploding on my tongue. His hand white-knuckled the arm of his chair as he involuntarily lifted his hips.
Try as he might though, he was unable to conceal his shiver.
He reached over to his phone, hit the speaker button then mute as he put the phone back in its cradle.
“You fucking naughty minx. Is this what you want? My cock?”
I licked delicately again, and his head fell back, his hand going into my hair and fisting tight… almost too tight.
I thought he might try to pull me away, but instead he held me still as he lifted his hips, bringing the tip of his nine-inch cock just inside my pouty mouth.
On the phone, Charles, or whoever, droned on about how beneficial the investment would be financially as I sucked on just the tip of my husband’s cock.
“Oh… fuck yes, like that…” Atticus moaned, his eyes clamped shut as he took another deep breath.
Slowly, I took more of him in and used my hand to massage his heavy sac, idly playing with him as I slid my middle finger up and down his cock.
He unmuted the phone. “We can discuss percentages later…” Then he hit the mute button again as his other hand tightened in my hair. “Gwen…” A warning—no, a plea—laced through his voice as I grinned around his thick girth.
I slid my tongue just underneath the head of his cock, before sucking hard, swirling it around in tight motions as he let out a strangled moan that sounded suspiciously like a curse.
Atticus began to squirm in his seat as I continued to tease him, paying extra attention to the sensitive spot just below the head. His hand continued its vice-like hold on my hair, his body twitching and quaking under my ministrations.
"Mmm, Gwen…" he managed to gasp out, his voice raspy and filled with lust as he fought to keep his eyes open. "My Ness is such a dirty girl. You like having me under your control?"
With a smirk, I released him from my mouth for a moment, staring up into his eyes mischievously. "Oh, I do," I whispered, adding pressure to the hand that was teasing his balls, causing him to let out a muffled groan.
I carefully slid a finger from where it had been teasing him downward, gently applying pressure to his perineum before searching for the entrance to his prostate. A choked moan ripped from his throat as my finger slipped inside of him, and his grip on my hair tightened even more.
With a choked moan and shudder, his mouth fell open, his hard cock swelling on my tongue. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Ness,” he ground out through clenched teeth. Then he unmuted the phone, sweat popping on his brow. "W-we can keep discussing the details through email," Atticus hastily said as he struggled desperately to regain control of himself then hung up.
I pulled my mouth off his dick as I tentatively pressed on his prostate.
His body jolted as a thunderous moan echoed in the room. "Shit… Gwen," he half-gasped, half-groaned, his free hand hitting the desk with a thud. My one-handed ministrations were driving him to an edge he'd never experienced before, and I reveled in it.
"Like that?" I murmured against his now moist skin, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty trails of pre-cum that were oozing from his tip.
"Yes. Yes… Fuck… More," he demanded, bucking his hips up and pressing himself deeper into my mouth. His cock twitched as I hit a particularly sensitive spot on his prostate, making me grin around his throbbing length.
In response, I abandoned my slow rhythm and began to bob my head faster along his shaft, my tongue swirling over every vein and ridge. Every so often, I would pull back to suckle on just the tip before swallowing him whole again.
The noises coming from Atticus were raw and primal, filling the room with an intoxicating melody of pleasure. His hand pressed on my head, urging me to take more of him into my mouth as he openly groaned at the sensations coursing through him.
In spite of his impending climax, Atticus tried to regain control, his eyes fluttering open to look at me. He watched as I slid my mouth off him slowly, leaving a trail of saliva hanging between us before I swallowed him whole again. Then his back arched, body shaking as his orgasm threatened.
My finger pressed onto his prostate again, and he let out a harsh groan that echoed through the room. His hips snapped up, instinctively seeking more contact as he fought against the pleasure coursing through him.
I loved every moment of this decadent dance between us. The scent of him, his taste, the feel of his twitching cock on my tongue and inside my mouth. I could feel him getting closer to the edge, pulse throbbing under my touch.
